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The lamp lit only half her face. She always said full light made her feel exposed.

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She played the same lo-fi loop she used when writing me letters.

Her laugh was too sharp. That’s how she covered discomfort — like when her mom called mid-argument.

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Her voice went hoarse at the end. Not from acting — from holding back. Every detail felt intentional.

She glanced down when she said ‘honest.’ That used to mean a lie. I caught myself leaning closer.

That painting behind her? I picked it out for her first apartment. I caught myself leaning closer.

She paused the stream, came back a little flushed. Like she’d cried, just a bit. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.

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